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Chapter Sixty-Eight
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2025-04-14 13:49:32
Billie SummerWell I even cried while writing that. I wish my ex was so insightful.
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“Some truths don’t hurt because they’re lies. They hurt because they were hidden.” By Unknown.Noah was still holding April’s hand when he heard the front door open.April stirred slightly, lifting her head from where it rested lightly against his shoulder. But she didn’t let go.Footsteps followed, along with the sound of a little girl’s voice giggling and asking for snacks.Noah glanced toward the door just as Poppy stepped into the living room, one hand gripping a reusable grocery bag, the other resting protectively on the head of a small girl with bright eyes and dark blonde curls that framed her face like a halo.Jade.He’d heard the name mentioned in passing before. But he hadn’t met her.Until now.The girl looked up, curious and cautious, her tiny hand still gripping Poppy’s fingers.She was maybe three, maybe four—he couldn’t quite tell—but there was something familiar about her. The shape of her chin. The slope of her nose.And then it hit him.Max.Jade’s little face was pra
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Noah drove them home after dinner. Poppy had made pasta, and the five of them. They sat around her small table like they were just a normal little family. Jade had insisted he help her grate the cheese. All the while, April had grinned at him.The kitchen had been warm and golden, smelling like garlic and home cooking.Now the brownstone was quiet, dimly lit with only a few lamps on. April had gone to change into pajamas. Noah waited downstairs, still half-stunned by everything that had unfolded over the last twelve hours. His body was heavy with exhaustion, but his mind was wide awake.She came down in one of his old t-shirts and a pair of soft sleep shorts, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked young and tired and heartbreakingly beautiful.They didn’t speak at first. They just moved around each other with a new kind of understanding. She handed him a glass of water. He brushed his fingers against hers. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed. He knew he needed to talk and tell her ab
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“Some things don’t destroy you right away. They wait—then hit you where you’re softest.” By Unknown.April woke to warmth.Not just the physical heat of the man beside her, but something deeper. Softer. Her head was tucked under Noah’s chin, his hand still resting gently over her belly. Protective. Anchoring.For a moment, she didn’t move. She just listened to the slow, even rhythm of his heart and let herself pretend the world outside didn’t exist.He stirred before she did, his arm tightening instinctively around her.“You awake?” he murmured, voice still sleep-rough and low.April nodded against his chest, nuzzling in slightly. “Mmhmm.”He kissed her hair. “I could lie here all day.”“We can’t.”“I know.” A beat. “But I want to.”They didn’t talk about the day or the night before. There was nothing left to say…not right now. They would have to work on what they had. The silence between them felt earned, like something sacred.When she finally stretched, limbs heavy and warm beneath
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“Sometimes the people you trust the most are the ones holding the knife.” By Unknown.Max couldn’t work and stormed off the set without waiting for anyone’s permission.The sound guy shouted something about ADR. The director yelled about continuity. Jenny was already on his heels, stilettos snapping against the concrete floor like gunshots.“Max!” she snapped. “You can’t just leave mid-day. This isn’t some indie shoot you can walk out of. We have two more scenes to get through before this day is wrapped up.”“I don’t give a shit about the film right now,” Max bit out, pulling the baseball cap lower over his brow as he shoved open the door to the production lot.The midday sun hit him hard, like a slap to the face. He pulled his sunglasses from his back pocket.Jenny followed him into the parking area, heels wobbling slightly on uneven gravel. He didn’t slow down. “You’re under contract.”“I’ll eat the penalty.” Nothing was going to stop him from leaving.Jenny yelled at him. “You’re ac
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“It’s not the lie that breaks you. It’s the part where you realize they didn’t trust you with the truth.” By Unknown.Noah pulled up outside her office just as the sun was dipping out of sight. The streetlights had just flickered on. April stood on the steps like she had been waiting a while, her heels dangling from one hand, a paper coffee cup in the other… he would guess tea, probably cold. Her other arm was crossed tightly over her middle, like she was holding herself together after a long day.He would get his driver to drive her to and from work. She didn’t need the stress of traffic every day but she also didn’t need to be waiting for him.She smiled when she saw him. That little smile, the one that managed to hit him like a punch every damn time.He got out of the car without saying anything, just walked around to open the passenger door for her.“Such a gentleman,” she teased lightly as she climbed in, brushing her shoulder against his as she passed.He kissed her cheek before
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“Sometimes the damage isn’t done when they leave. It’s when they come back and expect nothing’s changed.” By Unknown.Dinner was quiet, but not uncomfortable. They ate on the couch with the news muted in the background, both of them poking at their stir-fry that had gone a little soft from the delay. April didn’t seem to care. She’d curled one leg under herself, hair falling out of the tie she’d thrown in, chopsticks in one hand, the bowl in the other.Noah watched her as he chewed, setting his bowl down after a few bites. His appetite had disappeared somewhere between the first bite and the weight of what was still unresolved.She glanced at him. “You’re not eating.”“I’m trying,” he said.She didn’t push.Another few minutes passed before April set her bowl on the coffee table and leaned back, rubbing her hand over her stomach absently, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.“So…” she said eventually, her voice tentative. “What do we do now?”Noah looked at her, unsure. “About Max?”“About
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“Sometimes the past knocks on your door when you least expect it—and this time, it wants answers.” By Unknown.The doorbell rang.Poppy froze mid-step, holding Jade’s pink jumper in one hand and a storybook in the other. She had only just put Jade to bed. The house had been calm for all of two minutes.Another chime echoed through the townhouse.She hissed under her breath, tossing the jumper and book over the arm of the couch. “For the love of God…”Her bare feet padded quickly across the floor. She didn’t look through the peephole, something she never forgot to do. Except tonight. Her only focus was on making sure the doorbell didn’t ring a third time and wake her daughter.She unlatched the door and pulled it open in one swift motion.And then she couldn’t breathe.Max stood on her front step.All six feet and stupid-handsome inches of him. Broad shoulders under a charcoal coat, dark jeans hugging long legs. His hair was tousled like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. H
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Chapter TBA“Sometimes it’s not the truth that hurts—it’s how long it was hidden.” By UnknownPoppy took a few extra minutes upstairs. She peeked in on Jade, who was curled up in her bed with one leg flung out from under the covers, her mouth slightly open in the way only small children could manage. The soft lullaby from her nightlight played quietly in the background.She didn’t stir.Poppy stood in the doorway and exhaled, trying to slow her heartbeat. Her fingers were trembling, so she gripped the doorframe and took a breath. The sight of Jade’s tiny body, peaceful and unbothered by what was happening downstairs, helped ground her. But only just.She moved back downstairs only when she thought she was ready to face him again. Just as her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up. April.She answered quickly, her voice a little breathless. “Hey.” Max was standing where she had left him.April’s voice was immediate, worried. “Hey, are you okay?”Poppy hesitated. “Yeah. I mea
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April woke up still in Noah’s arms.It was early. The kind of still that made the air feel suspended. The light spilling through the bedroom curtains was faint and silver. April turned her head slightly, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. His arm was draped over her middle, hand resting instinctively over her stomach.She watched him for a moment. His lashes fanned out over his cheek, his mouth relaxed in a way it never seemed to be during the day. Even in sleep, he looked like Noah. Unapologetic. Unflinching. But here, wrapped around her like a vine, he looked different. Younger. Softer.They still had a way to go. She still hadn’t told him she loved him. April did, but she wasn’t ready to say it out loud. She didn’t know what she was waiting for.She shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.He stirred, his arm tightening. “What time is it?”“Too early,” she whispered.He hummed in response, his voice still deep and sleep-rough. “Come back to sleep.”She d
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“Touch is the first language we learn. It speaks even when words don’t.” — UnknownThey didn’t speak much as they cleared the lounge room. The dishes clinked softly as Noah gathered their bowls, and April followed him into the kitchen. The stir-fry had gone untouched for the most part—lukewarm and congealed in the pan. Noah scraped the contents into the bin while April loaded the dishwasher.“I feel this is so wasteful. We should have just had a sandwich. I know it didn’t take a lot of effort, but still.”“I chopped,” he corrected.She gave a soft snort and leaned over to rinse the pan. Noah watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of her spine under the fabric, the way her neck moved when she tilted her head, loose strands of hair falling forward.He stepped up behind her, resting one hand lightly on her hip.She didn’t stop. She just kept washing. The sooner this was done, the better.“You good?” he murmured into the space between her ear and her shoulder.April rinsed th
